89. Chapter 88 Until today, I still haven’t found the answer
Chapter 88 To this day, I still haven’t found the answer
After entering the door, Jiang Shan ran directly into Li Ruocheng's study without seeing anyone.
But he heard Li Ruocheng's voice coming from the bedroom: "Here it is!"
Jiang Shan quickly rushed to the bedroom and saw the old man lying on the bed in pain.
"What's wrong, Uncle Li?" Jiang Shan himself was a little panicked: "What's wrong with you?"
Li Ruocheng's face was twisted into a ball, especially his eyes, and he couldn't even cover it with his hands or not.
"Are your eyes uncomfortable?" Jiang Shan could already tell: "Are your eyes hurt?"
"I don't know what happened," Li Ruocheng said with a thin layer of sweat on his pale face, panting slightly:
"Something was wrong during the day. The pain was really unbearable for a while, and... there was no light in my right eye at all."
Li Huaiying was supported by Jiang’s mother and stood aside:
"Since the past two days, the old man has been saying that there are small insects flying in front of his eyes. This morning he started to feel pain, and he still had to read secretly."
Jiang He bent down and picked up a book on the ground. Jiang Shan turned his head and glanced: "Gone with the Wind?"
At this moment, Li Ruocheng, who was groaning in pain just now, suddenly laughed and cursed: "You kid still knows about Gone with the Wind."
Jiang Shan stopped talking nonsense to the old man: "I also know that I have to send you to the hospital immediately."
"Going to the hospital so late?"
In fact, Li Ruocheng also knew that his trouble this time was not a trivial matter, but he asked, "Would it be too much trouble?"
"What's the trouble," Father Jiang said decisively: "Third brother, hurry up and put on some more clothes for Uncle Li. I'll go to the front yard to borrow a tricycle."
"Sure," Jiang Shan immediately took his coat and said, "Uncle Li, you don't have to worry about anything, we will send you to the hospital right away."
"Yes, yes," Li Huaiying regained his composure at this moment: "Show the doctor your eyes. What's wrong?"
From the severe pain at the beginning, to the rush to Jiang’s family for help.
The old couple of the Li family are most worried about Li Ruocheng's eyes not being blind.
With Lao Jiang's family busy, Li Huaiying felt the advantages of a big family for the first time.
It's really much better than fighting alone.
Jiang He held the quilt and led the way, Jiang Shan followed behind with Uncle Li on his back, and Jiang Ma and Li Huaiying protected him all the way.
Without much effort, Li Ruocheng lay down on the tricycle.
"Which one of you can ride this thing?" Anyway, Dad Jiang can't.
Jiang He immediately took over the handlebar: "I'll do it. It's hard for me to ride a bicycle."
Without saying anything, Jiang Shan jumped into the back and sat on the back of the car.
A group of people rushed towards the nearest Pujiang Second Hospital...
"How about doctor?"
Jiang Shan asked the white coat anxiously. At this time, he clearly felt that Uncle Li, who was leaning on him, was shaking.
The doctor took a closer look at Li Ruocheng's right eye, then shook his head:
"I'm just a physician. There are no ophthalmologists in the emergency room at night. You have to wait until daytime."
"You have to wait so long?" Li Huaiying didn't expect that even sending him to the hospital would be useless: "What should I do?"
Li Ruocheng, who was trembling all over, waved his hands and whispered: "It's okay, I'll bear with you."
Jiang Shan frowned and looked at Uncle Li, feeling that his face was paler than before.
"Second brother, please help Uncle Li for a while,"
Jiang Shan helped Li Ruocheng sit down in the corridor of the hospital: "I'll get some hot water."
Li Huaiying immediately took out a water glass from his bag. Then he felt a little dizzy and quickly sat down on the chair.
As Jiang Shan walked all the way to the boiling water room, he also began to worry about whether there would be any serious problem with the old man's eyes.
"Comrade Xiaojiang,"
Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded.
Jiang Shan stopped and raised his head: "Master Gu!"
In the hospital hall, Gu Zhengzheng looked at Jiangshan with a smile: "It's really you."
Next to him stood a doctor with white temples.
Jiang Shan trotted quickly: "Gutai, why are you here at the hospital so late?"
Director Gu, who had not seen Jiangshan for a long time, patted him on the shoulder: "I came over to see an old leader from the past. What about you? Why are you so late?"
"Me?...My uncle is sick," Jiang Shan explained: "We just sent him here, but the doctor said we have to wait until dawn."
"Which doctor can say this?"
Before Director Gu spoke, the doctor beside him frowned.
Therefore, Director Gu quickly introduced: "Xiao Jiang, this is Director Ma of the Inpatient Department of the Second Hospital."
"Hello, Director Ma," Jiang Shan smiled sincerely: "My uncle's eyes hurt abnormally, but the doctor said there is no ophthalmologist on duty, so... I can only worry."
After hearing this, Director Ma nodded: "Yes, indeed, the ones on duty at night are all internal medicine and surgeons, not the facial features department."
"Director Ma," at this moment, Director Gu suddenly lowered his voice and whispered: "Please come over here..."
Seeing the two people discussing things in front of him, Jiang Shan suddenly felt that Uncle Li didn't have to wait until dawn.
Sure enough, it didn't take a few words.
Dr. Ma strode towards the office, nodding and smiling at him as he passed Jiangshan.
"Xiao Jiang," Director Gu came over and said, "Director Ma has gone to find a doctor for you."
"Really?" Jiang Shan's eyes lit up, and then he said politely: "Isn't it too much trouble?"
"It's okay," Director Gu narrowed his eyes and smiled: "The dormitory building of their second hospital is very close to here."
"Oh~" Jiang Shan immediately felt the power of the organization and held Gu Zhengzheng's hand: "Gu Tai, fortunately I met you tonight!"
…
In the early morning, Li Ruocheng, lying on the hospital bed, opened one eye.
A thick layer of white gauze has been applied to the right eye, and the severe pain has subsided a lot.
The most important thing is that the old man knows that he will not go blind.
With one eye open, Li Ruocheng looked at Jiang Shan lying beside his bed. Recently, he always thought of his son who was far away abroad.
He raised his hand and touched Jiang Shan's head.
Then Jiangshan also woke up.
"How are you feeling?" Jiang Shan felt sore all over. He stood up and twisted: "Does it still hurt, Uncle Li?"
Li Ruocheng smiled: "Of course it hurts, but it's much better. What did you say when you came here last night? I couldn't wait until tomorrow and almost sent your Aunt Li away."
Jiang Shan twisted his waist and glanced at Li Huaiying, who was sleeping on another hospital bed.
Last night, he did see the fragility of the old man. A little blow can make him ten years older.
…
Pujiang TV Station, Hu Xiao is sitting in Gu Zhengzheng's office.
Looking at the stopped scene on the TV screen, the shocked expression could not be withdrawn for a long time.
Gu Zhengzheng looked at his old friend and smiled: "You haven't seen it before, right? This is called sand painting!"
He still remembered the scene when Hu Xiao showed him the "Famous Paintings" advertisement for the first time, and it was probably the same silly look in front of him.
Hu Xiao couldn't believe his eyes: "Did Jiang Shan do this himself?"
"Of course," Gu Zhengzheng affirmed: "He painted it all by himself. I originally mentioned Duan Bianbian, but later I gave this opportunity to other young people."
"Oh," Hu Xiao shook his head and sighed, "Taoist priests have to ring bells when they see this Xiao Jiang!"
Gu Zhengzheng said with a smile: "It is indeed a ghost!"
Hu Xiao couldn't help but worry: "Excessive wisdom is easy to break. I need to remind him to hold back in the future."
"No," Gu Zhengzheng immediately glared: "I finally found a talent, and you are so anxious to get him to use his magical powers."
Suddenly, he remembered something: "If you didn't mention it, I would have forgotten that I actually saw Xiao Jiang in the hospital last night."
"What's wrong with him?" Hu Xiao was nervous for a second.
"He is fine," Gu Zhengzheng narrowed his eyes: "He is a neighbor of Xiaojiang."
"Mr. Li?" Hu Xiao was very impressed by this old man: "I have to go and take a look."
…
Not long after, in a ward in the cadre building of Pujiang Second Hospital.
Jiang Shan and Li Ruocheng both stared blankly at Hu Xiao who suddenly appeared.
"Director Hu," Jiang Shan was particularly surprised: "Why are you here?"
"You are allowed to come, but I am not allowed to come."
Hu Xiao walked to Li Ruocheng's hospital bed with a smile, raised his hand and placed the canned fruits in the two net bags on the bedside table.
Jiang Shan glanced at it and saw that there must be more than ten cans.
"Oh," Li Ruocheng said with one eye open, unable to fully express his gratitude: "How many candy tickets do you have to tear off?"
"It's not a problem," Hu Xiao smiled: "It's all in exchange for movie tickets, and you always eat with open arms."
"Uncle Li has high blood sugar," Jiang Shan smiled brightly: "Because of this this time, the cornea of his eye almost fell off."
Li Ruocheng explained in detail: "The epidermis, the epidermis of the cornea."
"So," Jiang Shan looked at the canned fruit: "I can only eat it for Uncle Li."
Hu Xiao smiled and said nothing, pinched Jiang Shan behind his back, and suddenly felt relieved.
"Eat, eat," Hu Xiao continued to care: "I think you are overusing your eyes, so you should pay more attention to rest!"
"That's right," Jiang Shan nodded: "That's what the doctor said, you must keep your eyes moist."
Thinking about it again for a while, Li Ruocheng also felt scared:
"Publishing houses are in a hurry. They suddenly want to promote distribution. There are more than 10,000 original books of various types waiting to be translated. Foreign language publishing houses have more than 100 translations of foreign classics alone. It is not easy."
"Yes," Hu Xiao also felt deeply: "The types of books in our country are too single."
Li Ruocheng sighed: "So, if you can help me, I'll help you."
Hu Xiao nodded, and Jiang Shan also nodded.
"Mr. Li,"
Suddenly, Hu Xiao said seriously: "There is a problem that has been bothering me for many years. It has almost become my red dancing shoes."
The clean and bright ward was quiet for a while. Occasionally, a gust of wind blew in, causing the curtains to ripple for a moment.
Jiang Shan and Li Ruocheng listened quietly to Hu Xiao's account.
"In 1969, our factory translated a Japanese film," Hu Xiao said slowly: "The film itself doesn't make much sense, but there is a line in it, and to this day I still haven't found the answer."
Upon hearing Hu Xiao's narration, Li Ruocheng suddenly felt a sense of sympathy for each other.
He was racking his brains over and over again just for a translation.
